Through shades of dark red embered fires, so many unfulfilled desires
When orange suns and sallow skies createdmore than pain filled eyes
That once watched tired yellow moons reach out to cast star silver runes,
As they spread out on spectral green, so many futures to be seen
While weary whispers sink through blue, unsure of what they want to do
Yet know which way the ink stains flow, down manuscripts of indigo
To silver dipped in violet, where suns glow tearful as they set
While rainbows grab their coloured gowns, before their twilight slowly drowns.


From smiling sunrise serenades, the weary morning slowly fades
As in their gold expectancy, the hours of daylight wander free
From feathered silken shaded dawn, as Winter creeps away forlorn
And snowdrops blooming once again foretell the end of Winter’s pain,
As over pastures once so bleak, Spring rhymes speak of the things they seek
From birdsong cloaked in hope once more, that speaks of life on Summer’s shore
Between so many satin sighs, so many come to realise
That love is just a breath away, not just another word to say.


From whispering waves and seas of sighs, to diamond studded evening skies
From dancing rainbows in a field, to every treasure that was sealed
Into their own serenity, so much of life is yet to be,
For every milestone there’s a mile, where we can sit and pause a while
Until the sunsets meet their shades, so many velvet serenades
So many echoes of the night, unearthly spirits of delight
Returning on celestial wings, those mystic and so sacred things
Where rainbows wrap themselves in rhyme, awaiting each their rising time…